7 days, eight hours, 31 minutes, and 4 seconds and Austin and Ally still hadn't discussed their relationship with one another. Two more songs had been written and things weren't even awkward between the two, but they both were curious as to where they stood. Ally waited for Austin to make his move and Austin waited for Ally to make hers. But if they were both waiting, who would actually make their move?
"I think we can start recording in a few days," Ally told her ex-partner, trying to fill a silence. Austin nodded his head.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"Austin, we should probably talk," Ally finally blurted, not looking up to meet his eyes so Austin figured that was a bad sign. His heart jumped into his throat. He tried to swallow it down.
"Um, Yeah," Austin said. Ally stared down at the piano keys in front of her. That's when she remembered something.
"Do you want to hear a song?" she questioned.
Confused, Austin looked at her with a raise brow, "Sure?" It was more than a question that a response but Ally took it anyways. She walked over to Austin's guitar which was sitting on the floor with music sheets and lyrics scattered around it.
She sat down on the floor, legs extended in front of her, and her back resting against the wall as she held the guitar pick in her fingers. "I wrote this song right after our fight," she murmured. Austin stared at her, drinking in this image of her about to play his guitar. "I went to L.A. and I did a lot of thinking. Then I sort of wrote this song. I actually almost forgot about it. I was going to play it for you and I never got the chance because I didn't have the courage to come back to Miami and play it for you. So, I'll just do it now."
Austin waited as Ally's fingers found the right chords and she started to play with an automatic catchy rhythm. She then began to sing.
Oh, Oh, Oh
If I could be sweet
I would but first of all, let me say
I must apologize for acting stank
and treating you this way
because I've been acting like sour milk
thrown on the floor,
it's all your fault,
you didn't shut the refrigerator door
maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold
If I could escape
and recreate a place that's my own world
and I could be your favourite girl
forever, perfectly together
Now tell me, boy, wouldn't that be sweet?
If I could be sweet
Sorry, but I know I've been a real bad girl
I didn't mean for you to get hurt
whatsoever
We can make it better
Now tell me, boy, wouldn't that be sweet?
Sweet Escape, Sweet Escape
You let me drown,
I'm at my lowest boiling point
Come help me out
I need to get me out of this joint
Come on, let's bounce
Counting on you to turn me around
Instead of clowning around,
Let's look for some common ground
Oh baby,
Time's been gettin' a little crazy,
I've been gettin' a little lazy
Waiting for you to come save me
I can see that you're angry
by the way that you treat me
Hopefully you don't leave me
I wanna take you with me
If I could escape
and recreate a place that's my own world,
I could be your favourite girl
Forever, perfectly together
Tell me, boy, wouldn't that be sweet?
If I could be sweet,
I'm sorry, but I didn't mean for you to get hurt
Whatsoever
We can make it better
now, tell me, boy, wouldn't that be sweet?
Sweet Escape.
Oh, Oh, Oh
Austin felt a grin curl on his lips as he clapped. Ally smiled slightly, putting the guitar down. "That's the song, Als." Als. Ally hated that nickname but it felt good when he said it.
"The song?" she questioned.
"Yes, the one that completes our album," he said.
She looked at him, gawking, "Really? You want it on the album?"
"I don't see why not," he replied, "It was great."
Ally looked at her hands, "Like I said, we should talk, Austin." Austin felt himself hold his breath as he waited for her to say anything more. "We should've talked about...last Saturday a while ago. We can't avoid it anymore."
"I know," Austin said, playing with the ring on his thumb.
"We both said something very imp-"
Ally was cut off by the ringing of Austin's phone. He glanced down at his phone and then back to her. "Uh, It's my Mom," he said, semi-awkwardly. She gestured for him to answer it, biting on her bottom lip. He sent her an apologetic smile as he put the receiver to his ear. "Mom," he answered.
"Austin Moon," his mother said to him on the other end. He was surprised by her tone. "You didn't come home for lunch like I specifically asked you to. Do you know how bad that looked? You're great grandmother was waiting to see you and you didn't even show up! How rude and irresponsible of you! You need to learn to stick to your word! How many times do I have to tell you-"
"Mom, Can we do this later?" he questioned, his voice hinting nervousness. He was still anxious about the conversation that he and Ally needed to have and his Mom was rudely interrupting. He glanced over to Ally and saw her picking at her old nail polish that was still stained to her manicured nails.
"Excuse me, Austin Monica Moon? Did you just brush me aside?" Mimi's voice raised in pitch, her voice trembling with anger.
"Mom, I'm trying to talk to Ally," he finally blurted. Mimi was unable to understand the circumstances and shook her head although she knew her son couldn't see her.
"Ally can wait! You're in trouble! I didn't raise you to be unreliable! What are you going to turn into when you're married and have a family? Hm? Will you be an unreliable husband and father? Then when you have grandchildren - They won't even rely on you enough to call you Grandpa!" ranted Mimi.
"Mom, I'm nineteen, don't talk to me about my grandchildren," Austin snapped. Ally giggled from where she was sitting. Austin glanced at her. "Can you just give me a moment? Ally and I have something we need to talk about-"
"You two can talk about it here! Get your butt home!" Mimi demanded. She hung up the phone, providing no room for an argument. Austin sighed and hung up his phone.
"I'm sorry, Ally, I have to go. Mom's orders." he told her.
"You're not just saying that to avoid this, are you?" Ally questioned, standing up and crossing her arms. His eyes widened and he shook his head.
"No, Ally, I'm not-"
"We need to talk about this, Austin," Ally insisted. Austin sighed and nodded.
"Alright, then we'll have to discuss it at my place, because I'm ordered home," he told her. Ally stared at him and saw no lie in his eyes so she sighed and nodded. He smiled slightly at her and they left the practice room.
They'd made it to Austin's house half an hour ago. Austin was thankful that Ally came with him, because then he only had to deal with half of his Mother's rage. Mimi wasn't going to explode like she wanted to in front of Ally. It would be rude, as Mimi would say. Austin's great grandmother was still there, so finally he got to visit with her until she insisted she was tired and needed to go to bed.
Austin had led Ally up into his room. She sat on his bed, looking around the room. "Nothing's changed," she said.
"Actually, I got a new bedspread," he told her, pointing at the black comforter. Ally laughed slightly and nodded. He leaned against his wall. "You wanted to talk?"
"You don't?" she questioned him, "Because if you don't want this conversation, we don't need to have one."
Austin sighed, "I want to have the conversation, I'm just afraid of how it might end." he admitted to her. Ally nodded understandingly. She didn't say anything more and only looked around the room. Her eyes landed on his stack of CD's. He had two shelves - One strictly for music and the other strictly for movies. Her eyes landed on an album with her name on it in capital letters.
"Hey," she said softly, reaching out and grabbing it. Austin saw what she was doing and felt his face flush slightly. He cleared his throat and hoped his face was red like a cherry tomato. She eyed the album - her album. "You bought my album?"
"Uh," he laughed nervously, "Trish bought it for me."
"But you kept it. I mean...You listened to it?" Ally responded.
"You sound kind of surprised," he said.
"That's because I am. I was so sure that you wouldn't of even touched my music after what happened," she told him.
He was quiet for a moment before saying, "Trish did buy it. She bought three copies. One for all of us," he said making Ally giggle, "I was going to throw it away because I was angry with you, but I couldn't. I listened to it. I mean, it was your music. You worked hard to get to that point, I couldn't just not listen to what you had to say."
Ally looked up at him and grinned. She looked at the album again and then tucked the CD back into its place in the shelf. "You know, that album wouldn't have happened if not for you."
"What?" he said.
"Well, you're the one who encouraged me through my music and my writing. You're the one who helped me through my stage fright. You're the one who brought me out of my shell. I wouldn't be where I am without you." she told him. Austin smiled at her.
Finally, Austin grew the nerve and said, "About last Saturday...I meant everything I said to you."
Ally's eyes met his, "I did, too." That's when Austin realized she was still wearing his jacket.
He smiled slightly, "That's a good start, I guess," he murmured. Ally nodded, laughing gently. "But I don't know what else to say, Ally," he admitted, "I mean, I know what I want. I just don't know if it's what you want. If we're what you want."
Ally didn't hesitate this time when she blurted, "I think we should do it."
Austin smile faded as he looked at her. He hadn't expected that. In fact, he expected her to break his heart today but she didn't. She made his heart. He was sure that it had jumped from his chest and landed in her palms. She was holding it now and he didn't know if she was going to give it back.
"People always waste time," Ally said to him, "I don't want to waste time anymore. We did a lot of that when we were seventeen and that did nothing for us but drive us away from each other. If we know how we feel and we surely know what we want...Why should we wait? Austin, we should just do it."
Austin stared at her. His heart was jumping out of happiness and now unlike last Saturday, he was the one who didn't know what to say next. Ally stared at him, but she wasn't afraid. She knew he loved her; he'd told her that, she remembered.
"I wrote a song last week: Fearless." she said. Austin nodded, remembering that she'd sang it to him a few days ago.
Immediately he knew what she was getting at and they both said in unison: "Take your chance, it's now."
"Do we really want to waste time wondering about what could have been? I don't think we should wait. I don't want to always worry about the what-if's and the questions. I don't want to live my life curious about what we could have done, I want to do it; I want to experience it. For once, Austin, let's not be afraid of a you and me. Let's just do it before we miss our chance." Ally said.
It was silent for a long time before Austin said: "Let's do it."
All grinned up at him and Austin smiled at her. Ally felt her heart thumping. She'd always wondered if her heart was dead, because even when she was 'in love' with Dallas, he couldn't make her heart thump this hard, but Austin could. She didn't know how and she didn't why, but Austin was the only one who could make her feel alive.
Austin grabbed her hand and she stood up from the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his were around her waist. He brought her in tightly, loving the way her small frame fit so perfectly with his larger one. He slowly leaned his head down and within two seconds, their lips were molding into one another's.
He pulled away, "But, Ally, what about-"
"-I said no questions," she told him. He laughed slightly and felt her lips on his again. Their heartbeats were in unison, complying to one another's. Ally finally felt whole, like the missing piece of her was just found and screwed into her chest.
"I love you, Austin Monica Moon."
"I love you, Ally Dawson."
THE END.
Finished.
Whoa.
It's over.
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I hope I didn't disappoint anyone with this story. It was actually my first story that had strictly just auslly in it (Cause ya know my first story that I didn't have the decency to finish was mainly about Ally and her sister), so bare with me here and be easy on me. This was fun to write. Hope you liked it.
And Yes. There is an epilogue to this, so it's not TOTALLY over just yet!